FATED TO THE ALPHA WHO HATED ME
Four Alphas sat in silence, cloaked in power and impatience.
Alpha Tim of the North Wing—arrogant and aged, his eyes cold with calculation.
Alpha Maelis of the East Wing—slender, sharp, with a smile that never reached his eyes.
Alpha Silas of the West—young, ambitious, always the first to sniff out weakness.
And Lady Maerina, representing the South. The only one not an Alpha, but bold enough to sit like one.
Elder Galen stood by the head of the table, like a spider waiting in its web.